The Black Cullin

We woke this morning to news of Trump's attempted assassination. It is a shocking event, and two dead. There was much chat about the impact of this event and a variety of views. I don't know what to think, I have too many questions and concerns. I will let it srttle and see what we learn.

We feadted on breakfadt of freshly baked bread, eggs from the farm, and smoked salmon. We is Royal after all. Then we had a walk to Camus Croise. It was full of bird song and lapping water. So peaceful. That said, there was plenty strumming of lawns occuring on the Sabbath on the way back.

The birthday girl then headed home. We three headed to the beach where one brave soul swam in the shadow of this, the black Cuillin. You turn the corner, and there are views like this everywhere. The Cullin mountains, one side black and jagged the other red and rounded.

Later we settled to watch some football. It's was a bit of an indulgence for me. Again, lack of bravery and subs meant the better team won.